Claire was waist deep in cool rushing water for a change. It was coming from a small opening in the ceiling at the far door. The running water was jutting out too fast with high amounts of pressure; they couldn't pass through. The door mechanism required two large coins with a wolf and eagle relief, the slots for them were empty. They went to the door to their left instead, and to their surprise, they saw Annette and Scott crocking up slowly behind.

Scott appeared to be refreshed and able. His lab coat was stained with some blood, but his wounds looked like they've been properly addressed with good instinct as he walked confidently with Annette close by. The four came together.

"Claire!" Scott called.

"You're looking better, Scott." Claire smiled. "You too Annette."

"I feel better, thanks to Annette. If she weren't there to save me, I'd be a goner for sure."

"I owe it all to you, Doc." Annette held Scott's hand, he tried to object but caved in and indulged her. "You're the real lifesaver here."

"Strange… I don't feel like one…"

"Scott, is there any way to get through this water?"

"Yes, there is but right now we need to find Sherry." He let go of Annette's hand and took the lead. "Come on. The dumping area is this way."

This was a tall control room with a short fall close by into more liquids of filth, and there were sights of a higher floor. The elevating bridge on the literal centre of the room made the level in the shape of a seven.

"The control room is above," Scott noted. To their left was a door that would lead into a passage towards the refuse dump. "If Sherry isn't there she will be soon," Scott said shortly after they passed over the bridge.

The three tread carefully over the bridge as there were no railings or anything to hold if one was to slip or fall into an otherwise vile torrent of waste. Scott lead even though he was the one behind Claire and Annette, they were all in front. He was the third wheel, escorting ladies around like a gent.

Scott's hearing wasn't perfect, but he could distinguish the sound of a handgun from behind over the sounds of rushing liquids. A small weapon was cocked behind with a faint click, that was the safety coming off. Scott had darted around first before everyone else caught on.

It was a blonde woman in her late thirties; she wore a very similar lab coat to Scott's own. "Scott you're alive?" the woman exclaimed. "Last I saw you; your body was... lifeless."

"Nice to see you too."

"Spare the pleasantries for later. What do you think you're doing bringing these people here?" she said, "You can't just bring strangers into the facility!"

"Annette..." Scott sighed, tirelessly.

"Yeah?" Annette said from behind. "Oh, there's two of us now?"

"Who are these people?!" the woman sharply yelled, blasting her voice at Scott's direction. Scott gave her the silent treatment. She moved on to the others and lowered her aim, still kept her silver P99 visible at her waist, still in her sights. "What are your intentions here?!" she barked.

"Our intentions?" Parker muttered. "We just want to get out of the city alive."

"We don't have time for this," Claire pleaded. "This is not the time for us to go pointing guns at each other."

"Annette… Sherry's alone in the facility." The woman stared at Scott with terror in her blue eyes. "We're down here looking for her."

"That's impossible… I told her to stay at the police station."

"You know each other?"

Annette glared at Claire, only quick enough say what needs to be said. "I'm Sherry's mother, Annette." She glared back at Scott and took a step closer to him. "What is she doing here, Scott?! You're supposed to look out for her!"

"Annette I'm doing everything I can," Scott stammered. His face heated red. Blood boiling. Face all sweaty. "For fuck's SAKE IT'S BLOODY HARDER THAN IT LOOKS!" he yelled. The sudden outburst of his tone and character took everyone by surprise, especially to Claire. Scott's never usually like that. Annette didn't step back like everyone else did, though.

"Scott!" Claire shouted. "What the hell?"

Annette stayed calm and took the sudden tension with ease. "Indeed Scott. What the hell?"

Scott's face lost most of his blistering red rage of anger, but out of frustration, he threw his arm out. "There are people out there from Umbrella trying to bloody kill me, and it's hard enough I have my own family to safeguard! To be frank, that's a job of its own!" He breathed slowly. "There's not a lot more I can do… Been stuck in the facility for days… I can't go out there without some asshole trying to cave my head in."

"Christ, you're falling apart. Never spoke that brutish to me."

Claire stood forward. "Please help us find Sherry."

"You're right. William will be after her..." Annette loudly mumbled.

"William?"

"William Birkin, Sherry's father. The one which capsized the city into hell to protect G."

"What the hell is a G?" Parker asked.

"The G-virus. The next generation virus our team developed. It was a large project that unfortunately occupied too much of our time, at the expense of our own daughter."

"Next generation virus?" Parker commented. "Is it worse than the one already out there?"

"Tenfold Parker," Scott strained. He coughed and sputtered. "The G-virus is superior to the T-virus."

"It conforms to a living thing and rapidly evolves it to transcendental levels. The host would lose their memories as a human during..."

"All G-viral bioweapons including William can implant embryos into other life-forms. That must be why he's here." Scott coughed. "William's after Sherry."

"What are you implying?"

"William…" Annette sighed. "William injected himself with the G-virus, and as a result, he already began mutating beyond humanity. Bodies of non-related individuals are more likely to reject the embryos. Since Sherry is his daughter, that possibility is non-existent."

"The horrors of inherited survival instinct. Primal or worse."

A scream thundered and echoed throughout the room. It was a distressed, and it was Sherry's. "Sherry..." Annette exclaimed.

"Come on; we have to help her."

"I can't. I have unfinished business to attend to."

"Ugh, you gotta be kiddin' me!" Claire growled. She left the platform in a strop away from Annette's incompetence and crossed over the turning platform. She was followed by Parker. Scott shuffled just past Annette and slowly left her sight but stayed close enough to hear her quiet mumbles.

Annette stayed in her place. She had ties at Umbrella she had to straighten out and was conflicted with the feeling of guilt of holding it against her own daughter. "Scott, if an embryo has been planted someone needs to make the vaccine."

"The DEVIL cure? My research notes for that's back at the P-4 lab."

"If it's in there someone better hurry and get to it."

"You care so much for Sherry at heart, you should as her mother, but where are you in her life, Annette?" Scott left the platform through and stopped at the door ahead. "People like me try so hard to live up to your example Annette, I fail because I put family before work. Maybe you should do the same."

Scott left through the door, and Annette was left to her thoughts. Her colleague had a point in the matter of the situation, though there was more at stake than just Sherry's well-being, he wasn't wrong about that.

The passage was dull and underground. Nothing was out of the ordinary; it did lead to a refuse dumping area. Behind some doors that were far too secure and thick for a common dumping area was the dump itself. Chairs, crates, cardboard boxes, any junk that pops into mind was carelessly discarded in clumps that formed mountains of trash.

Some liquid waste was present, the height of it rested at the waist level. It was warm, and the fumes were rusty enough to melt steel and corrode the breathable air. Though it mostly irritated the eyes, it was okay to trek through for a minute or two. There appeared to be vibrations in the water as it rippled slightly. Sherry was face down on a pile of junk; she was unconscious. Claire rushed to her aid and held her in her arms.

The thick doors closed behind everyone once they traversed into the dumping area. Scott had a good reason to believe that a certain colleague of his was the one who closed them, one that is known to be a snivelling bumbler. It was at the time a loud thundering roar was heard not far beyond the tunnelling system behind them. This disturbed Sherry, and she woke up.

"Claire?"

Claire patted Sherry's back. "Yes, honey it's me. Are you alright?"

"My stomach hurts," Sherry cringed.

"Everything will be okay; we're gonna help you."

Deep within the Chemical Plant on the basement level 5, was a semi-circular hall, composed of multiple monitors placed high up on the main wall. In a five-by-five row, only three of them were functioning correctly. This was the Research Facility's monitor room, where it was used to survey all the inside interior and the outside exterior.

There was a large whiteboard scattered with notes and memos just next to the monitoring section; they served no use. Old messages and scrawls of researchers and doctors, most of which are likely deceased. Dates, experiments and the occasional sticky notes were plastered all over one corner.

Sat on a spinning chair was none other than Dorian Savage. The very late-teen gentleman with styled hair and a crisp two-piece black suit which filled the dead air with the new suit smell. On the desk in front of him next to the ashtray was his P90.

He smoked heavily while he spied on many visitors that passed through the facility through the monitors. Of course, it was strange for people to trek through a dead zone for whatever reason so he had to survey.

Noteworthy was Claire, Scott, and the Birkins. They didn't matter to him; the VIP was on his list and the monitor. Richard James… He was close. Though he enjoyed spying on people's activities the known bumbler was approaching, he could see it in the corner of his eye. He took out his PDA and got the controls for the security systems up ready.

"That's right. Save the girl, save the girl at the expense of your lives. In the end, it won't matter, your time is limited, and your actions are futile." He smoked. "None of you will survive. Especially you Dr Wesker… What a shame it would be ending your sad story."

With a door opening to Dorian's left, right on schedule, was Richard James. Like always he was skittish and hilariously surprised to see him. "No… Anyone but you!"

"Good morning to you too." Dorian smoked. "You're such a slippery character, Mr James. You know that?" Richard tried backing away through the door he came through, but it was locked for some reason he didn't know. "I put the door on a timer. The only way out is through me. I have the entire system here on my PDA, Mr James." He rotated in his chair to face Richard with a smile. "Did you really think you could hide forever?"

"Then you came here to finish me off..." Richard started to tremble in fear. "Can't you see I just want to be left alone?!"

"Quit your snivelling," Dorian got up from his chair, "and take it like a man." He walked right up close to Richard with his M93R in hand. Every step closer Richard looked away to hide his fear, his tears glistened through his spectacles. He had his hands covering his face. "You're not gonna cry, are you?! Christ, you couldn't be more pathetic even if I paid you to be."

"What are you talking about?" Richard snivelled. He was still hiding behind his hands but slowly withdrew them simultaneously with Dorian's M93R. "I'm too smart to die..."

"This is gonna be a shit job." Dorian sighed. He smoked his cigarette on last time and discarded it. "You take the pleasure of killing a human completely out of the benefit don't you?"

"Huh? Are you here to kill me or not?" Dorian rolled his eyes away and stood silent. "You are here to kill me aren't you?"

"If I wanted to kill you – and believe me I do – you'd be dead already… Still… I've been given the order from Derek Simmons to escort you out of the city… That's why I'm here; I'm not here on U.S.S. business."

"So you're not here to kill me?"

"As a survivor of the G-virus team Umbrella would want me to eliminate you, but with the chaos going on around here I'm sure everyone has bigger problems to worry about. Your betrayal of the team has given Mr Simmons plenty of reason to have you escorted out alive through his employer's authorisation. They have plans for you."

"Y-Yes. Simmons mentioned that my services would bloom if Neo-Umbrella becomes a reality."

"I should hope it does. The way things are run now, I'm starting to question Spencer's actions in favour of Master Romanov's."

"Then I'm not the only one. What of Dr Birkin and Wesker? They're still alive."

"They won't survive for too long." Dorian went back to his chair and picked up his P90 and holstered his M93R back under his armpit. "Now come on, the sooner I get your stupid ass to evacuation the better. I don't get paid enough to escort human cattle."

Richard stayed close behind Dorian with the feeling of full protection. He was serene and almost happy. "May I ask where we're going?"

"Main Street."

"Are you mad!? There are still Hunters out there!"

"There are worse things out there than Hunters, Mr James. I can guarantee you that."

"Like what?"

"Like me. Now how are we gonna do this? I can always knock you out and carry you up there. Would you like that you squishy meatbag?"

"What? N-No!"

"Then save me the effort and yourself some brain cells and fall in line. Or are you that much of a pussy, and not the man who had the guts to stick it to the pompous Dr Birkin?"

"When you put it that way..." Dorian sighed. "Lead the way, General."

"Thought we'd never get there."